BABY BLUE & PASTEL PINK ↣ matt champion

YOU WISH, CHAMPION

matt turned toward salem, "you're gonna regret saying that." he said through clenched teeth. something about his low voice brought about an unknown rush of emotion in scarlett. she couldn't pinpoint what this feeling was, but it had caused her to gulp.

although, this didn't stop her from responding boldly. she didn't want him to know that his words affected her, so she put up a facade. "and what are you gonna do?" she inched toward him, her body language showing that she wasn't scared of him.

"we can reschedule our spar to midnight if you really wanna see."

"nah, the earlier the better." spars could go on for an unnecessarily long amount of time. she wasn't trying to waste her night fighting matt when she could spend it overthinking; they did have a meeting with helios the next morning. plus, she was actually pretty eager to fight matt.

"can we come watch?" romil asked enthusiastically.

"no." matt responded firmly.

"why not? you don't want your friends to see me kick your ass?" at this point, scarlett was just begging to see a reaction out of him.

"no, i don't need any distractions."

"pwetty please matt?" ciarán begged.

"i said no!" matt finally snapped. he stood up, "you guys are a bunch of assholes." before leaving, he turned toward scarlett. "you have no fucking clue what you just got yourself into tonight."

when matt left after making a big scene, ciarán let out a low whistle. then, joba finally spoke up. "good luck with him tonight, you're gonna need it."

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when scarlett got back to her room, she immediately texted ian.

scar ⚡️: i'm fucked
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: who did the fucking
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: matt??

scarlett audibly groaned at the sight of ian's response.

scar ⚡️: IAN SHUT UP NOW IS NOT THE TIME
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: ... but did he
scar ⚡️: yes and no
scar ⚡️: i kinda sorta pissed him off
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: is he hot when hes mad
scar ⚡️: IAN
scar ⚡️: and no he's not he's actually really fucking scary
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: want me to come tonight for support

scarlett's fingers hovered over her keyboard hesitantly, her right leg bouncing up and down. her thumbs did a little dance before finally typing out a response.

scar ⚡️: no
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: why not .
scar ⚡️: bc matt told his friends no
scar ⚡️: and what if he sees you?
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: so what if he told his friends no ? that dont mean i cant go
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: i'll wear a disguise
scar ⚡️: u wont
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: watch me
scar ⚡️: well i cant exactly watch you if im fighting matt so
stinky gay 🏳️‍🌈: i'm coming tonight
scar ⚡️: DONT

after that, ian didn't respond. she stared at her phone screen with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. she glanced at the top of the screen. 6:07 p.m. she still had another hour until she sparred with matt.

in preparation, she decided to do a few stretches. she wouldn't want to pull a muscle while trying to throw some rounds with matt.